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Stonewall  Jacks 
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(Found  on  a  Confederate  Sergeant  of  Jackson's  Brigade,   taken  nl 
■Winchester,  Ya.) 


Come,  stack  arms,  men  !   Pile  on  (he  rails, 

Stir  up  (lie  camp-fire  bright, 
No  matter  if  the  canteen  fails, 

We'll  make  a  rousing  night  ! 
Here  Shenandoah  brawls  alon<r, 

And  burly  Blue-Ridge  echoes  strong, 
To  swell  our  brigade's  routing  song, 

Of  "  Stonewall  Jackson's  wa\  !" 

We  see  him  now, — the  old  slouched  hat, 

Cocked  o'er  his  eye  askew, — 
The  shrewd  dry  smile, — -the  speech  so  pat. 

So  calm,  so  blunt,  so  true 
The  "  Blue  Light  Elder,"  his  foe  knows  well. 

Says  he  "  that's  banks, — he  don't  like  shell. 
*Lord  save  his  soul! — we'll  give  him — well," 

That's  "Stonewall  Jackson's  way.'' 

Silence!  ground  arms!  kneel  all  !    caps  aff! 

Old  "  Blue  Lights"  going  to  pray, 
Strangle  the  fool  that  dares  to  scoff, 

Attention  !   it's  his  way  ! 
Appealing  from  his  native  sod 

In  forma  pauperis  to  (iod. 
Say  "  Bare  thine  arm.  stretch  forth  thy  rod. 

Amen!"    "That's  Stonewall  Jackson's  way." 

lie's  in  the  saddle  now.  Fall  in  ! 

Steady  the  whole  brigade  ; 
Hill's  at  the  ford,  cut  off,  we'll  win 

His  way  out,  ball  and  blade  ! 
What  matter  if  our  shoes  are  worn. 

What  matter  if  our  feet  are  torn  ! 
Quick  step  !  we're  with  him  ere  the  dawn. 

That's  "Stonewall  Jackson's  ways!" 

The  sun's  bright  lances,  rout  the  mists, 

Of  morning,  and  by  George  ! 
Here's  Longstrect,  struggling  in  the  lists. 

Hemmed  in  an  ugly  g"rgc- 
Pope  and  his  Yankees  tierce  before, 

Bay'nets  aud  grape !  hear  Stonewall  roar. 
Charge  Steuart  !  and  pay  off  Ash  by 's  score. 

In  "  Stonewall  Jackson's  way!" 

Ah  !  maiden  wait,  and  watch,  and  yearn, 

For  news  of  Jackson's  band, 
Ah  !  widow  view  with  eyes  that  burn. 

That  ring  upon  the  hand  ; 
Ah  !  wife  sew  on,  pray  on,  hope  on, 

Thy  life  shall  not  be  all  forlorn 
The  foe  had  better  ne'er  been  born, 

Than  get  in  "  Stonewall's  way." 

*  Original  MS. 

"  Lord  save  liis  soul  !  we'll  give  him  bell  ! 
In  Stonewall  Jackson's  way." 

Martinsburg,  Sept..  13tlt,  1862. 


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